Even Lunatics Need Jobs
No matter where I send you, you return.
The fault lies in my own emotional navigation,
Wasting words and energy for energy's sake.
I hurl you into dead end corners,
So you can climb back into my brain.
All that's left are forced giddy-ups.
So help me check off all my screw-ups.
A job for lunatics.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2016